Distant Times Songtext
von Pigeons Playing Ping Pong

Who′s gonna show up
To mix the bowl up
And prove it's gone to rust, oh!
Let′s twist the vote up
A fruity rollup
Nutritious form of brunch, no!
Feelin' down from what I said
Shouldn't hide, let it fall to bed
Take the ride, eat the bread
Distant times for what is next
We ′bout to blow up
The TV told us
This movement′s on the run, oh!


We goin' solar
An easy product
To keep it on the up, oh!
Feelin′ down from what I said
Shouldn't hide, let it fall to bed
Take the ride, eat the bread
Distant times for what is next
Feelin′ down from what I said
Shouldn't hide, let it fall to bed
Take the ride, eat the bread
Distant times for what is next
Distant times for what is next
Distant times (times) for what (what) is next (next)